The king is dead… long live the king

This of course is a literal and scandalous translation of a purely French expression : Le Roi est mort – Vive le Roi !
Yes, I know, I know, you guys are much more stylish and smart and nice than the rest of us… and you don’t have the direct equivalent it seems. You have made a game out of it – and it looks pretty good. Okay.

by Peer Sylvester

Others have made a song out of it, it’s not really the King who’s dead anymore, it’s the Bohemian – the king of music in short.

Bohemen Leve by Postgirobygget

– here is the translation :

Long Live the Bohemian!

Na na na na na na… It was in 1992 The Bohemian got himself a place to live A huge flat That would soon be the hottest place in town  They partied nights away With wine, women and music And darling, you who think you’ve got rid of us, I’m telling you: Kings are buried just to resurrect The Bohemian is dead, long live the Bohemian! The Bohemian is dead, long live the Bohemian! Yeah, yeah, yeah Na na na na na na... And we got used to complaints When we wetted our dry palates Usually, it started as something small – But last time, people were queuing up to get in And then there was blood everywhere And then it came to the crunch But we didn’t give a fuck And suddenly Uncle Police came The Bohemian is dead, long live the Bohemian! The Bohemian is dead, long live the Bohemian!

Writer(s): Arne Hurlen
Lyrics powered by http://www.musixmatch.com

So this expression, so French, is scattered all over the world, each time it is necessary to pass from one time to another, trying not to break everything

As it seems to me that we will soon pass from one year to another, trying not to break everything, here I am remembering this very medieval expression –
When the King died, all the bells of all the towns and villages began to ring and the heralds, with their big drums and their big voices, shouted: The King is Dead. Long live the King – to welcome the one who would soon be put on the throne.

The tradition is to praise the old King before thinking about the new one.

To praise the old year before thinking about the new one.
I cannot praise your past year – mine was a very strange year, where I walked between hope and despair, from the very beginning to the very end of this whole year. But I was able to improve my thinking, so it was a fine year, all in all.
I hope that yours was a happy one, with more beautiful things than sad ones, and that it will be possible for you, as well as for me, not to regret this year that is ending, in order to be able to welcome the year that is coming.

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Featured Image : the board game The King is dead – by Peer Sylvester

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